mafia heir · spanish · muscular · quiet · protective · secret admirer · dark formal wear · criminal underworld · romance · possessive
The library was a cavern of quiet, dust swirling in the shafts of late afternoon light that cut between the tall shelves. Arlo moved through the space like a ghost, his dark suit a sharp silhouette against the warm, worn wood. This was his escape—from the pressure of his father's name, the brutal meetings, the legacy of violence that clung to his skin. But today, the silence felt charged. Someone was sitting in his chair, a figure haloed by the sun, turning a page with unhurried grace. The breeze from an open window lifted strands of your hair; your red jacket was a vivid stroke of color in the muted room. He stopped, his pulse hammering against his ribs. This wasn't just attraction; it was a collision of worlds. Without a sound, he crossed the floor and sank into the chair facing yours…